My life has become a series of moves this past couple of weeks (including this one): house moves and web hosting moves, among others. Those of you who have moved house or web property at least once know that moving is a bitch with acid spit – one who harbors extreme hatred for you and would happily claw your eyes out if it ever catches you sleeping.
The Hosting Move
About two weeks back – Black Friday, which heralds the coming of Commercialistmas in the US – there were loads of sales and promos that extended to Cyber Monday. The Overlord, the webhost for both Young Underpaid Professionals and The Antithesis Collective, bought new hosting services from another company. She informed me of this before and after actually purchasing new hosting. I never really thought about the consequences/work I’d have to do after she transfers everything from one hosting to another until last week when she said that there were too many files to upload.
/cue Psycho music before knife descends on Janet Leigh/
I said okay, then promptly forgot all about it again. I checked my email this morning to find a message from The Overlord. Everything’s transferred for one site, though all my subdomains and add-on domains had to be reconnected to the new hosting. I log in, check everything and stare in horror as it slowly dawns on me (believe me, sometimes my brain works at the speed of continental drift) that everything had to be set up… again. This shouldn’t be a problem had I documented all of the details of setting up add-ons and subdomains. I hadn’t, and I wonder how I managed to forget how to reassign A-records.
Hence, my Tumblr is back on shounin.tumblr.com until I get my subdomains back up, and The Antithesis Collective’s online store and TAC’s main site will be down – temporarily, until I relearn add-on domains. If you see me online later, say hi. I’d be cleaning out files, images, and emails and I’d probably be in desperate need for conversation.
*UPDATE* TAC site back up! Woohooo!
The House Move
After finally finding the Goldilocks apartment (something that’s big enough to give the illusion that the rent is not exorbitant) to move into, Nanay has been packing our stuff for what seems like a week and a half. Waking up every morning since she started has been surreal. The boxes rest on a pile that grows every morning. My room looks like a warehouse with all the stuff, and I keep wondering where she placed my books and toys (yes, I still buy toys, specifically those made of wood that you have to assemble into dinosaurs or trucks). I feel sorry for the haulers who’d have the backbreaking job of taking these to the new place.
Anyway. Most of the things I know, I learned the hard way and the take away from all of this virtual and physical moving is that you don’t know how much detritus you have until you have to pack them inside boxes and move them to another location. The accumulation of excess baggage seems like a natural thing, doesn’t it? How you, for some weird reason, hold on to things for reasons unknown, refusing to leave anything behind in fear of losing something important.
I do hope my dinosaurs aren’t crushed somewhere under my books.
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